Aaliyah to the World

47 | Do We Kiss?

•Hamza

We just arrived our hotel room after a two day trip from Qatar to Guatemala.

Knowing we were both tired, I offered  for us to pray the salats we had missed before taking a shower and take a well deserved break to sleep

"Baby."

"Hmmm."

For once I can say a woman looks hot and not get questioned for it.

Damn! My wife is a killer.

If only she knew just how perfect her body was. I'm glad I loved her before I got to fall in love with this body.

I watched as she walked back and forth from her bedside to mine looking for God knows what.

Every now and then she would bend a little, unknowingly letting her cleavage bless my eyes with the sight of her breasts as the towel wasn't tied properly.

I wanted to touch her but refrained from doing so since it seems she was in a state of confusion.

"Me kike nima?"

"I'm looking for my phone. I don't know where I kept it."

I know boo! But I'm not going to tell you.

"Where do you remember seeing it last?"

"My side of the bed."

"Baby come here." I motioned with my hands for her to come, "Sit here and forget about it for once. We'll look for it..."

"You took it right?!"

"What if I did?"

"Give it back babe!"

"Why?"

"I need it. I'm supposed to waiting for a call from a potential customer."

"Doesn't she know it's your honeymoon? Lighten up. I'll give it to you when we're going home. Come and sit here." I said while pulling her to sit on my lap.

"Hamza! I can't be sitting on you like this." She blushed so hard her nose turned red.

"It's nothing. We're married after all."

"But that doesn't mean.."

"That doesn't mean what? We can even go further." I said while leaving light droplets of kisses onto the smooth skin of her neck.

She reacted almost immediately and it made me realize it wasn't just me that was craving that love for my body.

"Look at me."

"I'm fine this way."

She doesn't turn but palms her face.

I pull down the veil on her head and watch as the ribbon on her hair flies with it, letting locks of luscious ebony hair cascade down to her shoulders.

What intrigues me isn't even the length but how she takes care of it. It smells so nice I want to nuzzle my face into her neck to take in her entire scent.

I shifted her hair back lightly and she squirms from my touch.

"Please give me my veil." She pleads.

"Baby let me love you please."

She doesn't say a word but sniffs and I knew that at that moment she was crying.

"Why are you crying?"

"I can't seem to forget what happened."

"I'm sorry. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."